Her legs seized, and her hips shook without rhythm. The damp trail he left behind made her gasp, but it was the motion, the deliberate, sidewinding sway of it, that tore her open. Her forehead hit the mat, and her mouth parted around a moan.
“Great Elements, woman…” Kaelith’s voice came rough, almost reverent, as he sank his teeth into the swell of her ass. “I could drown between your legs, you’re so soaked.”
Growling against her skin, he licked lower—deliberate, filthy, hot—flicking over that space where everything met. “Is that all for me?”
A small, broken squeak slipped from her throat as she tried to swallow air and find her voice.
“I will kill you, snake.” Her cheek pressed to the mat. “If you don’t take that unreasonably fucking huge—”
The tongue vanished.
And Rynna barely had time to whimper before she felt it—hard and thick, the head of him sliding between her thighs. He didn’t thrust, not yet. Just pressed forward, easing through the mess he’d already made of her.
“Empty Night.” Stars sparked behind her eyelids. “Fuck me. Fuck me now.”
He didn’t move.
His fingers curled into the meat of her thighs, firm enough to make her yelp.
Then—
“As if I could ever deny you anything, Rynna.”
He sank into her, and her mouth fell open in a silent cry as he filled her in a single, fluid pulse.
Within her, he rocked once, deep and slow. And her whole body stretched and opened around him as his weight came down, claiming her fully.
Then again.
And again.
“Kaelith!” She cried as the room dissolved around her.
And soon…floor, stars, breath, name—it all vanished, until there was nothing left but the rhythm of his hips, the burn of her body taking him in, and the ruin of her own voice as she broke apart beneath him.
Chapter eight
“MissRynna!”Thevoice,pitched high and insistent, came from somewhere outside the window. “Miss Rynna! You promised we’d do fox forms today!”
Kaelith groaned beneath her, shifting just enough to press his face deeper into the pillow. Rynna blinked groggily, nestled in the crook of his arm, her cheek resting against the warm slope of his chest.
“It’s barely dawn.” His voice was rough with sleep and irritation. “If I wanted Hollow-born training before sunrise, I’d have stayed in the damn Reach.”
She cracked one eye open just in time to see his hand stretch lazily toward the small table beside the bed. Fingers wrapped around the smooth wood of a carved pipe, and before she could register what he was doing, he flicked his wrist and whipped the thing out the open window on the opposite wall.
Athwacksounded. Followed by an indignant grunt. Then. “Where—?!”
“Ha!” Another voice answered, younger, delighted. “You missed me, Uncle Kae!”
Kaelith grumbled something unintelligible as Rynna buried her face into his neck, shoulders shaking in silent laughter.
“Uncle Kae?” she echoed, lips pressing the skin just above his heart.
“Animals.” Came the distant mumble of the man who’d been hit, his tall shadow passing by the window, backlit by the early light. “As if the constant moaning every night wasn’t enough. Now there’s projectiles.”
Rynna’s mouth dropped open slightly, then closed as her lips formed the word silently—moaning.Her cheeks flushed hot.
“Oh my fuck,” she whispered into his skin, mortified. “They can hear us?”
